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Picking white and ruby poppies,

Beneath a sky of cobalt, I see

Nature’s tapestry unfurling, carelessly,

Amidst fields of dreams, waving free.

 

In the gentle breeze, whispers of grace,

Picking white and ruby poppies,

Each petal’s touch, a soft embrace,

In this tranquil haven, I find my place.

 

Time slows down in this sacred space,

Nature’s beauty, an eternal chase,

Picking white and ruby poppies.

In its embrace, I find solace and grace.

 

As the day’s colors gently wane,

In this moment, all worries drain,

In the heart of nature, I remain,

Picking white and ruby poppies.

 

Antoinette LeRoux © 2023